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Someone has made a game. A game that would be played by s few selected teenagers who accepted his invitation. The game he made would be like none other. It would either place the teenagers in danger, or would give them glory. It was a risk he'd be willing to take. Anything he would do for his success.

The game is just an edited version of a previous game. It was made to be harder than the other. More exciting, more thrilling, more dangerous. Perhaps, more dangerous than you think it is. In this game, when you lose, you lose. It's game over. You're goal is to finish. It doesn't matter which place. Just finish. If you want to stop playing, finish it. It's your only option.

You are an average teenager, living a life that is full of routines. Everyday is almost the same. Usual events. Usual places. Usual people. It was, and always will be, like that...until you received a certain mail:

You have been chosen as one of the few selected people given the chance to test out new game. If you choose to accept this invitation, all you have to do is click the link below. If you choose not to, then under no circumstances should you open the said URL. Once you accept, you cannot change your mind. Thank you.

You opened the site, but before you even see what the site looks like, you black out. You wake up in the vast space of nothingness. It was dark. You can't see anything, but you definitely can tell that someone was there with you. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone says these words: "Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting."

Summary

In this roleplay, you are transported into the Pokémon game world. You were originally from the real world, where Pokémon do not exist. The storyline will be somehow like the game, specifically R/S/E, but some twists was and will be added by the developer. When you wake up in the dark, you see nothing at all, but feel the presence of someone with you, then you hear Professor Birch's voice (but your character doesn't know that yet) welcoming you to the Pokémon world, and like in the game, asking for your gender and name. After asking for your name, you find yourself in a van. In the van, you hear a voice:

"If you want to stop playing this game, you need to finish it. There is no other way out."

Your character has no idea that the developer has programmed that voice. The developer will sometimes pit challenges for your character. The developer controls everything in-game, but the NPCs you meet does not know that they are in a game. What they do know is that they live in their real world, and that yours is fake. The developer may sometimes use an NPC to communicate with your character, but your character thinks that he/she is talking to the NPC directly, and does not know that he/she is talking to the developer.

Of course many decisions will be made in this RP, and the decisions you, the players, make will determine what will become of your characters...

Rules and Guidelines

- The roleplay is to be strictly kept PG-13. No gore when not needed. No suggestive themes.
- This will be chapter-based, and I will post each one after a certain amount of roleplayers finish the requirements for the current chapter.
- The developer may put up special events. When he does, your character is pulled away from whatever he/she is doing and gets teleported to the place where the event occurs.
- I will play the developer. I control certain NPCs that you can't, but most can be controlled by you.
- This is set in the Hoenn Region.
- The developer has decided to let your Pokémon keep five moves at a time.
- There will only be certain moments where you, the players, can meet.
- Levelling up depends on the quality of your post. Minimum is 1, while maximum is 5 (for extremely beautiful posts)

Starters

MudkipTreeckoTAKEN BY Rune Alchemist TorchicTAKEN BY LilizukiFeebasTAKEN BY CuriousHeracross TAKEN BY Sarah Morgan

The Players

Sign Up Form

Code:

Name:
Age: (at least 14)
Gender:
History: (your life before the game. Where did you live? Why did you choose to accept the invitation?)
Appearance: (how your character looks like, obviously)
Personality: (speaks for itself)
Likes:
Dislikes: (Just for the heck of it. The developer may have some nice thing for you ;D)
Starter Pokémon:
RP sample: (The part where you received the mail and got transported inside the game)

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I've been longing for...daisies to push through the floor
And I wish plant life would grow all around me
So I won't feel dead anymore

Name: Sarah Morgan
Age: 17
Gender: Female
History: Sarah is a 17 year old, who works as a Lifeguard at the YMCA. She, her mother and little brother live in Pasadena California. Her mother and father are recently divorced, a subject that weighs on both her and her brothers minds constantly.
Appearance: Clara wears a pair of Black Spandex shorts, with a long sleeve T-shirt. (This is because she’s typically colder in her arms, rather her legs.) Both of her ears are pierced, and she wears a necklace around her neck that her grandfather gave her,
She has Pacific Ocean blue eyes, with brunette shaded hair.

Personality:
Sarah comes off as a typical valley girl, and is most likely to shoot off a sarcastic or Witty response. Once one breaks through her shield she becomes friendlier.
Likes: Swimming, and Dancing
Dislikes: Snakes

Starter Pokémon: Wildcard.

RP sample:
“Ugh, Yes mom; I’m looking for a cheaper deal on a video game” Sarah sat at her computer; trapping her phone between her cheek and shoulder whilst she filed her nails. “Love you too. K bye” she said, quickly hanging up the phone.
Clicking back into Facebook, she wrote a status one indicative of feelings. “What’s this?” a window popped up on the left hand side of her browser.
“An email?” there was a look of confusion on her face” not completely understanding what the message meant; she clicked on it and almost instantly passed out.

@ Sarah - Um, I'd like to see more from your SU. Sarah's history needs a bit more "muscle," so to speak, and so does her Personality. Until you fix that, I'm afraid I'd have to deny your app for now ' You're welcome to fix it though

@Curious - Sure~ Why not :>

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I've been longing for...daisies to push through the floor
And I wish plant life would grow all around me
So I won't feel dead anymore

Name: Oliver RiverwoodAge: 17Gender: Male
Personality:Oliver is a determined and headstrong young man. While most perceive him to be ‘2 dimensional’ – having not many sides other than being bossy and opinionated, he is in fact a much deeper individual. For the most part Oliver displays his more brave and courageous attitude toward life. He is a natural born leader and will on many occasions adopt the role of leadership in a team production or project, even if not elected. Being a careful thinker is also a major aspect of Oliver’s personality, and he’ll more often than not think things through and construct an intricate plan before he addressed problems he must solve. Although not particularly proficient at solving puzzles, Oliver upholds a decent ability to think logically. However this is seen to be his weakest point, while he excels at all things involving physical activity and action. As a direct result of his bossy attitude at times, others may distance themselves from him and cease to put faith in his ability to help them or lead them (if in a team or group.)
Likes: · Camping.· Pokemon (naturally).· The great outdoors and nature.· Adventures.· Mysteries.· Assisting those in need.· Planning.· Heat and Humidity· Hearty, warm, meals.· Animals.· Danger.· Attention.· Being a leader.
Dislikes:· Claustrophobic spaces.· Being stuck inside 24/7.· The cold. · Reading.· Writing.· Puzzles.

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Oliver is a reasonably tall teen, who wears a thick, dark navy, long-sleeved skivvy, covered by a khaki shirt that’s rolled up his arms. His wrist adorns a green, stylish watch. He wears a tight double-belt that holds up his dark brown pants. Thick, brown and raged hair spreads itself over his well-rounded head; his deep brown eyes, petite nose and marble white smile all complementing each other. Oliver is of a lean build and much prefers to be a bit more beefy. Although muscular and strong he lacks the size to show it off.

History:
Oliver grew up in your average neighbourhood. He was never really popular in school, and wasn't the top student, but he did score decent grades. (Bs and B+s). He lives with both his parents, but both are seen fighting constantly about petty things such as money. He has two siblings, both of which are boys; younger brother Matt, and older brother Steve, who moved out of home with his fiance'. In a nutshell, Oliver lead a relatively banal life, but despite this, Oliver always found trouble, adventure and drama to brighten his day. As a child he would often be spotted by his parents mucking around with a few of his mates down at the local river. Infested with snakes, Oliver and his pals would often hunt them down, pretending to be tribes people. They made campfires, cooked noodles that he snagged from the back of his kitchen cupboard. As Oliver grew older and he moved to highschool, many of his friends left. Bullied at highschool for several years, Oliver resorted to Pokemon as a means of escape. In the games he was able to be someone everyone appreciated. He was able to do things he loved doing in real life, but without judgement. As time further elapsed and he began to mature, he reached his late teens. Here his interest in girls and partying bloomed. Adventurous as always, he snuck out of home many times to parties where he would drink his worries away. He'd often stumble back home drunk, and be found by his parents in the morning, passed out, hanging halfway through his bedroom window. Oliver decided to follow a different route of fun when he began to feel sick and tired of his nightly 'get drunk, lots 'o fun, pass out' routine, and so decided to accept a peculiar email he received one afternoon..
Starter Pokemon: [WILDCARD]

RP Sample:The E-mail

Spoiler:

"How dare you!"
"It's not my fault I have to fill this load of junk with a shi*t ton of fuel!"
"Don't scream at me like that David!"

Oliver could hear the front door slam.

"Heh", Oliver grunted, leaning awkwardly on his office chair. "Fighting again, as per usual." He spun around in an attempt to ease his boredom. His messy, thick hair swooshing after every spin.

Dun dun ding!

Oliver halted almost instantly. His eyes dancing around the room trying to regain their focus. They finally adjusted themselves onto his computer screen, covered in finger prints and a rather awfully large patch of soft drink resedue. He had received an email. He hardly ever got emails...all the emails he did receive were spam. Intrigued by such a strange phenomenon, he quickly slid his chair over to his keyboard and mouse, where he frantically clicked and clattered to discover the contents of this peculiar email.

You have been chosen as one of the few selected people given the chance to test out new game. If you choose to accept this invitation, all you have to do is click the link below. If you choose not to, then under no circumstances should you open the said URL. Once you accept, you cannot change your mind. Thank you.

What an weird email. Oliver thought. "An opportunity for me? Surely not? Why me? I'm not that special?" he whispered to himself, confused. "..But I do like an adventure..anything to get me out of this place!"

He clicked the link. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body dropped, his vision blurred and began to fade.

Oliver eventually returned to consciousness. With his head throbbing and his muscles aching, he slowsly lifted himself off what seemed to be...nothing. He glanced around swiftly, it was pitch black, as dark as night. Oliver fumbled, tripping over his own two feet as he tried to find out where he was. There were no signs of light. There were no signs of anything really. Just emptiness. Out of the endless void that he seemed to have landed himself in, echoed a warm, manly voice: "Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting." "Who the hell could that be?" Oliver exclaimed, still glancing around crazily.

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the things we love tell uswho we are.
I'm not as active as I used to be.... I have a life

@ Curious - You are accepted! You did great with Oliver's personality and history. I can't wait to see how he'll act inside the game

Rolled the wildcard roulette and you get to pick from:

Spoiler:

Oddish Zubat Feebas

@ Rune Alchemist - Sure~ You may sign up, of course :> And I haven't heard of BloodRed until now >.< I made this RP like, 1-2 years ago? The idea of getting stuck into a Pokemon game just struck me while I was playing Emerald on my GB Micro /nodnod

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I've been longing for...daisies to push through the floor
And I wish plant life would grow all around me
So I won't feel dead anymore

The plot of BloodRed and your RP is almost the identical. But since you stuck it to PG-13 I doubt it would be the same.

There's a reason why it's called Blood Red Version. Your Rival dies, killed by his pokemon when you first defeat him.

Heh, the warning message? They're the same, but Oak says it instead.

I'm having trouble with the "Average" part of the character. All the characters I make have something special about them. Is it alright if she's not "Average and Normal teen" but instead "Weird and Distinctive"? I fear if I try making it more "normal" I might turn it into a self-insert.

... Having D.I.D. is still considered PG-13 right? I read something like that but it was 15+.

Also, I envy the Wild Card. I always wanted to start with a Zubat (I did that in a fic that I have never gotten around to finish)

Awesomesauce, hmmm a good selection of pokes, but... I think I'll go with feebas, as I'm sure it'll be quite an interesting Pokemon to roleplay with. I'll have to get creative with how it battles and how actually it can win with such limited/poor moves.

And on the note of moves.. do Pokemon learn moves in the order same as the Pokedex? Or..?

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the things we love tell uswho we are.
I'm not as active as I used to be.... I have a life

@ Curious - Alright, Feebas it is And about the moves, yeah, I was planning to make it like that, since your Pokemon level up here, but in the case of Feebas as your starter, I guess I'll have to make an exception. It can have Tackle at first, and I'll have you either get Round or Scald by a certain level. That, or you can choose another Wild Card. Your choice.

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I've been longing for...daisies to push through the floor
And I wish plant life would grow all around me
So I won't feel dead anymore

D.I.D.is a Psychological disorder where the brain creates several distinct personalities outside of the "main" personality.

Think Dr. Jerkyll and Mr. Hyde.

The personalities may or may not be aware of the other personality, and sometimes there are triggers to commence the change. Most often D.I.D. happens to those who suffer trauma and cannot cope with it. The brain reacts and creates a separate personality so that the person doesn't "Break" so to speak.

History: Adelaide was born to a French mother and a New Yorker father, who gave her the unusual name as a compromise between each of their heritages. Luckily, this was one of the few differences between them, as each parent had a love of the arts that they instilled in their daughter from a young age, where she would be read bedtime stories of mythology and visited the museum every weekend to see whatever new exhibits the couple could get private viewings of.

She was a spoiled child, certainly, but she took the tales to heart, as the mythology and fairy tales were filled with cautionary tales about how one should act. As a result, she worked hard when at school and flourished when having fun, although she was a bit of a daydreamer. As she grew more confident in her own abilities, Adelaide longed to make her own stories, but her parents had their jobs and she had school. But, as a compromise, she was allowed into the world of videogames.

The immersive worlds only satiated the teen in the slightest amount, and only fueled her longing to be like the heroes in the games. She buried herself in stories and the study of such, with plans to Major in History and English once she got to college; this alienated her from her friends somewhat, but they admired her passion nevertheless. Most of her free time was spent polishing her own skills, and when she got an email to contribute to a brand new game, the young woman couldn't resist the URL.

Appearance: Adelaide is a tall but waifish girl, with slender limbs from more time spent among books than sports. As such, she wears thick clothing to make it seem like she has more meat on her bones, but knows how to style herself thanks to the insistence of both parents that one should always look their best. Her hair is kept in a stylish brunette bob that elegantly curves along with her slender jaw and compliments her fey facial features. Most of her looks are inherited from her mother, while her distinctive blue eyes are from her father.

Her most common attire consists of a t-shirt covered by a regular, colorful shirt and a darker open hoodie that's also covered with a simply-colored jacket with lots of pockets for all of her knick-knacks. With this, there's usually a decorated satchel hanging over her shoulder and a pair of jeans that end in canvas shoes, most often Keds. There's always a Gatsby stuffed into one of her pockets, to protect Adelaide's face from the rain.

Spoiler:

Personality: Adelaide believes that life, like stories, follows patterns, and likes to compare most events in life to literature or art. Depending on who's around her at the time, this can either seem quirky or frustrating, but it all comes from the young woman's heart and passion for her work. Anybody who's interested in such things themselves can spend hours talking with her, whether it's the influence of PTSD on poetry, or comparing the reflections of societies to the state of their beliefs.

The skill doesn't extend far past spirituality, however, as she's not very good at maths and needs to follow instructions if she's to work with machinery. Despite these failings, she's confident in her abilities and loves a good challenge, no matter how dire it might seem. Should somebody offend her, however...well, there's a saying about New Yorkers and running down pedestrians.

RP SampleIt was with a great groan that Adelaide stretched her limbs, having spent a long day out and about the city while finishing off her chores that had piled up over the weekend she'd spent far too engrossed in a new book. There were not enough hours in the day for this, she silently bemoaned, as she stuffed her hat into her jacket and took a glance at her slumbering rig. She seemed to stare at the power button as if in a battle of wills with the machine, which she surrendered too soon enough.

She would check her emails, then take a shower and go to bed. If she could avoid getting yanked into another hours-long play session by one of the deceptively addictive games stored on her hard drive, in which case she'd suddenly end up at six in the morning again. And she'd have to do double chores, again. At least school had recently finished, she supposed, as she slipped into the leather seat that dominated half of her room and powered up the computer.

With a glance at the ceiling, the young woman plugged some earphones into her ears and wondered whether she should get a new painting to hang over her monitors; the soft tones and sombre mood the image invoked had fit her previous monitor and desktop perfectly, but her new one was all sharp-edges and an abstract swirling of images. She'd need to add a trip to the art dealers' store to her diary. But before she could ponder much longer, her rig was booted up and raring to go.

Most of her emails could be replied to on the following day, but one particular promotional email caught the young woman's eye. She applied for far too many betas to see the new name as an unusual occurrence, because they often took a long time to come through. "Sold." She grinned to herself, proud at having been accepted, and clicked the URL without a second of hesitation...

@ Rune Alchemist - Ahh~ Sure! I made a character like that before. I'd love to see how you play on that one

I really didn't want to get Too much into character and personality because, I like to explain it in story, but I hope this will suffice.

Name: Sarah Morgan
Age: 17
Gender: Female
History: Sarah is a 17 year old, who works as a Lifeguard at the YMCA. She, her mother and little brother live in Pasadena California. Her mother and father are recently divorced, a subject that weighs on both her and her brothers minds constantly.

The absence of a real family structure gave room for her to act however she wanted, despite winning numerous beauty pageants in the Southern California area, Sarah was arrested for assault, illegal possession of a firearm; public intoxication and public indecency.

The bulk of the charges were dropped; she spent her whole summer in a juvenile detention center for her illegal firearm. She met her friend, Rosie there; despite being nuclear opposites Sarah and Rosie developed a bond with each other, one that actually caused Sarah to mellow out.

Her parents were a bit surprised at her coming out, but her mother wrote it off as a phase and allowed it, because Rosie kept Sarah out of trouble.
Sarah’s mother and Father Felt it were best for her younger brother to live with her dad, whilst she had one on one time with her mother. This decision ultimately made her resent not only her parents, but even her younger brother in some aspects. (This can be seen through most of her responses)

Appearance: Sarah wears a pair of Black Spandex shorts, with a long sleeve T-shirt. (This is because she’s typically colder in her arms, rather her legs.) Both of her ears are pierced, and she wears a necklace around her neck that her grandfather gave her,
She has Pacific Ocean blue eyes, with brunette shaded hair.

Personality:
Sarah comes off as a typical valley girl, and is most likely to shoot off a sarcastic or Witty response. Once one breaks through her shield she becomes friendlier. Sarah is determined to do whatever it takes to accomplish a task if she truly believes it's in everyone's best interests, and her goals are ultimately altruistic, wanting to heighten everyone's standards of living, even if she does not always know how to go about it.
She values honesty; she prefers not to lie if she can avoid it.

Sarah is somewhat suspicious, it can take months or years of knowing someone before she feels she could trust them or let her guard down around them. If she does not feel like she can trust a person, she may withhold information from them that might have been helpful otherwise.
She can be fairly blunt and dismissive about opinions and trends she considers stupid or backwards, regardless of how widespread and socially acceptable they are, and rarely takes into account that people she speaks to might subscribe to such viewpoints/trends.

Likes: Swimming, and Dancing
Dislikes: Snakes

Starter Pokémon: Wildcard.

RP sample:

The final bell resonated loudly overhead, ending what could be described as a routine day. Though school was out; Sarah didn’t really see too much going on for her this summer.

“Killing isn’t wrong…” Sarah said, continuing a heated debate she’d been having with her best friend. “Not if it’s for the right reasons; what Hitler and the Nazi’s did was wrong; what the world did in response to them was right” she said, pushing away from the table taking out a cigarette.

"I don't think taking a life is the right answer for anything, even if it’s for 'justice” Nicole started, she slowly enclosed her hands together, trying to be careful to what she was about to say next. "Because that's what it was right? The world had its 'justice' when they killed Hitler. But what if everyone decided to act in that way? To take 'justice' in their own hands where they saw fit?" .

Biting the inside of her cheek she thought for a moment. It was clear to Sarah that Nicole was far more intelligent than she usually gave her credit for. "What if I were to go out and seek 'justice' by killing everyone I thought was responsible for my parent’s death?" Her memories took her back to that dark alleyway, the blood that will forever stain the city's streets. She suddenly paused for a lengthy time, her eyes snapping back up as she let out a heavy sigh. "Never mind, I'm... I'm just talking just to talk now." her hazel eyes landed on Sarah’s cigarette.

"Nooooooooo." she quickly snatched the cigarette from her friends hand and pulled it away. "Step one in 'walking the straight edge lifestyle' no smoking." she gave a playful wink. Sarah’s eyebrows knitted together a bit tempered but she almost immediately cooled down.

“Yeah I guess” Sarah retorted, handing her the cigarette without too much of a fight; she usually resorted to smoking when she had way too much on her mind. “Oh look there’s Antoinette” Sarah said again, pushing out of the bench walking over to the cheerleader.

“Sooo Netty, I heard you were giving my friend here a hard time again” Sarah didn’t care for the odds to much, even with a cheerleader trio in front of her; she remained unnerved. “Netty” was notorious for bullying Nicole, and Sarah had heard enough.

“Look new girl you need to get out of my face before I hurt you…” she said, taking a step up as if she fully intended on standing her ground. Antoinette poked her in her sternum which quickly angered Sarah, a florid red texture came upon the face of the young beauty.

“Don’t….ever…touch…me” she said, pushing her palm into Netty’s chest sending her flailing backwards towards the ground. Hailey and Tracey went with her because of their proximity; hundreds of people gathered around somewhat shocked at Sarah; she didn’t see the seriousness of what she did.

Though it was the last day of school, getting caught here would cause this incident to care over next year. “Run girl!” Nicole screamed, rushing behind Sarah as the school security ran in pursuit.
The two girls ran completely off campus, until they were just a few blocks from their respective homes. “Uhn…you…are…one..crazy…girl” Nicole said, gasping for air.

“No…one…messes…with my friends….” Sarah replied also gasping for oxygen. “I need to get home, It’s my brothers birthday and I have to buy him something” she explained, whilst starting north.
“Later girly” Nicole waved, before both went their separate ways. In the back of her mind, Sarah knew her dad would find out about what happened between her and Antoinette; every time she got in trouble at school he was the first to find out.

Sitting at her desktop, she almost instinctively got on Facebook; her heart began pounding thunderously, as she felt her phone vibrating deep within her pockets. “Hey mom…” she said, reluctantly.

“Ugh, Yes mom; I’m looking for a cheaper deal on a video game” She sat at her computer; trapping her phone between her cheek and shoulder whilst she filed her nails. “Love you too. K bye” she said, quickly hanging up the phone. There was a bit of nervousness that built up within the pit of her stomach, the feeling of getting in trouble in that moment over took her.

Clicking back into Facebook, she wrote a status one indicative of feelings. “What’s this?” a window popped up on the left hand side of her browser. “An email?” there was a look of confusion on her face” not completely understanding what the message meant; she clicked on it and almost instantly passed out.

I don't know how to add spoilers or else I would've done one. I don't usually write more than 100 words, when I'm just "auditioning" for an rpg spot...sooo....you can expect some of this to make it into my first post

@ Lilizuki - Your SU looks good~ I can actually see a bit of myself in Adelaide...except I'm a guy ._. Unfortunately, although it wasn't directly mentioned, Sarah has already reserved the last Wild Card. Sorry. Mudkip and Treecko are available though.

@ Sarah - Sarah scares me a bit >.< Um, the appearance section there seems a bit thin, but I'll let that slide. Just the RP sample now. I know I said it was only about you receiving the mail, but if you could just make that a tad longer, I'll accept you in. I'm looking for RPers who can do semi-novel-length RP posts, see. So, until then, you are pending~

Forgot to mention this, but reservations only last 24 hours, so Chuuritsu, you only have until 12:48 pm (GMT +8) to post your SU~

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I've been longing for...daisies to push through the floor
And I wish plant life would grow all around me
So I won't feel dead anymore

Hopefully I'll have my SU done by the time I reach my rest stop. That's two hours from now.

I'd still have to type it though. Oh, and about the Pokemon, I'm fine with any that's left. I'm not that experienced with Treecko, only getting as far as the 6th Gym during my playthrough with him as my starter...

You know, if Lilizuki-san won't be taking Treecko, I'll be glad to adopt him =P A self-imposed challenge if you will.

@ Lilizuki - Your SU looks good~ I can actually see a bit of myself in Adelaide...except I'm a guy ._. Unfortunately, although it wasn't directly mentioned, Sarah has already reserved the last Wild Card. Sorry. Mudkip and Treecko are available though.

@ Sarah - Sarah scares me a bit >.< Um, the appearance section there seems a bit thin, but I'll let that slide. Just the RP sample now. I know I said it was only about you receiving the mail, but if you could just make that a tad longer, I'll accept you in. I'm looking for RPers who can do semi-novel-length RP posts, see. So, until then, you are pending~

Forgot to mention this, but reservations only last 24 hours, so Chuuritsu, you only have until 12:48 pm (GMT +8) to post your SU~

The style of PC is different than what I'm used to, On the other sites, I just use a "Look" for it, but I should have it up sometime tonight.

History: Ariel is a half-Japanese living with her mother and Step-father. Her family believes in the new age, contrast to the traditional Japanese spartan household, but even then she was never told who her biological father is.

She moved up several years and is currently a 2nd year High School student studying in the Sumida prefecture of Tokyo, Japan. As an advanced student, she is sort of an outcast, with select few friends and has trouble relating to others.

Ariel has trouble with names, where she is called "Ai-chan" or "Rie-chan" by her peers, for her part her surname is a sensitive issue to her. This often leads to small arguments, with Ariel backing down and not making the effort to fix the mess. Her seclusive demeanor does not help her in this cases. Among her class, she's above-average in everything but Physical Education, but this only drives the rift between her and her peers even more.

She's different inside and outside of her school, whereas she is sunny and prancing at the sidewalk, something one would expect from a childish 14-year old, she is very spacey and subdued at her desk in her class. Some people say she has violent tenancies, where she will suddenly lash out at those who try to provoke or approach her.

Her family knows of this, and she often goes to a doctor for a periodical checkup.

Appearance: Her chestnut-brown hair is cut an inch above the shoulders, framing her wide green eyes. Her skin is fair and her slim figure stands at 4’11.

Ariel is almost always found wearing at least one hair accessory, be it clip, band, or ribbon. The only exception to the rule is when she’s wearing one of her collection of head-wears.

She often wears a purple or gray double-breasted coat with a white shirt poking from underneath the neckline, a matching pleated skirt, and brown or onyx boots. Sometimes she wears a necklace to go with her outfit.

Over all, she looks more of European descent with Japanese traits here and there.

Personality: She suffers from D.I.D., with at least two other personalities. Her dominant personality(original) however is reclusive and prefers to read than to talk to other people. She is more likely to trust and follow others than to take lead.

Ariel doesn't know how to react to other people and often relies on her emotions to dictate what she is going to do. Compared to her other persona though and most children, Ariel seems more 'mold-able' than most.

One thing to note, however, is that her personality shifts at a moment's notice. There are tell-tale signs of this happening, like her pupils dilating, her pausing for a second, and her swapping her head-wear.

"So, Ariel-san." The psychiatrist said, Ariel practically glowing when her name is pronounced correctly and with honorifics. "I know now what your condition is. Do you want to hear about it?"

The girl's parents traded looks, worried that they're talking about something so delicate in front of her. The psychiatrist merely shook his head, smiling a bit sadly.

"Ariel is a strong girl, and she's mature for her age, despite having a childlike innocence. It's a rare trait, but it'll help us with her therapy. Besides, if you keep it a secret from her, it'll only hurt her more trying to protect her." He turned back to the young girl, who's eyes despite being half-lidded shined like an emerald with the emotions swimming beneath them. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The girl glanced at her parents who gave her a hesitant nod. She smiled, then looked at the psychiatrist.

"You have Dissociative Identity Disorder, or D.I.D. You may also know it as Multiple Identity Disorder." He said to the parents. The man stood up from his seat and knelt in front of Ariel, his large hand covering her knee. The doctor made it a point to make sure that his movements are slow, so as not to startle the girl.

"It's a condition where you have more than one personality. Normally, it is destructive, but in your case it seems like a symbiotic relationship. The Personae act only in extreme circumstances or when you, Ariel, suffer much abuse. They shield you from the blunt of the experience, and in turn they get free reign with your body."

"Doctor." The mother said, "It seems like you're saying this is a good thing! My daughter has a mental disorder, and you're-"

Ariel's step-father shushed his wife, calming her down by rubbing her arms and rocking her from side-to-side. As she quieted down, he allowed the doctor to continue.

"Please understand, I'm only being objective. It is unprofessional to not tell something as it is."

"But what about the voices? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with them? What if they tell her to do the wrong things?"

"Mihara-san, your daughter is not schizophrenic, though it may appear that way at first. These 'voices' as you call it is created by your daughter, for what reason I do not know, but we will find out. That is what you are here for, right?"

"You mean Imu and Kyouko?" That got the attention of the two men, but before the psychiatrist could act on it, a clock on the office desk went off.

The doctor sighed, then waved them to the door. "I'm sorry, but time's up. I have another appointment soon that I cannot postpone. Ariel-san, I'll see you on our next session."

~ ~ ~

During their drive home, everyone is quiet. The tense atmosphere from their visit was, thankfully, broken by the ringing of Ariel's phone.

"Mou, Ai-chan! You suddenly disappeared on us! At least tell us when you're going to up and leave!" The voice over the phone said, it was feminine, and has a playful tone to it. One could easily tell however, that the owner of the voice is at least a few years older than Ariel.

"Gomen." Is the girl's only response. Whoever she is talking to wasn't discouraged though.

"Ah well, let's just hang out on Monday okay? Don't leave school without us!"

She closed her phone, then went back to looking out the road. Her step-father asked if it was a friend of her's, but she only gave a curt nod. After that, the rest of the trip continued in silence.

As soon as the car parked in front of their drive-way, she rushed out of the car and went straight to her room, her school bag still slung around her shoulders.

The girl jumped into her bed, making her sink in the soft material. A soft blinking from the laptop on her desk caught her attention, but she fell asleep resolving to check it after a quick nap.